Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

"Well..."

Grace turns off her grin from her expression and walks unconstitutionally with her axe toward Swordbore with both hands.

Speaking of the opposing bore - I felt that Grace, the skinny one who suddenly appeared, was just insulted to be relative to me by herself, or when she raised a frustrating growl, she opened her hands and approached me.

Grace gives in slowly. Just a little more until we can step into a foot jump, in that...

"Defensive field!

I was circling behind the bore, my junction magic is complete. The sign of birth behind his back distracts him for a moment - Grace kicks the ground in there and sticks it in.

It's a completely swordbore void. Grace's axe, which gained momentum, was lifted and sucked into the side of the pig.

I don't think they slapped an axe against a living organism - it sounded like they hit each other with metal. Grace doesn't go through with it, leaving it to momentum to shake his arm out.

Bore's gigantic body was forced to move by the momentum of being axed in. Impact enough that both feet standing on the ground can be retracted while choosing dirt as it is.

Grace's blow did dictate the flank of the sword bore and cut through the meat. - But it doesn't lead to fatal injuries. Swordbore looked at his own belly to make sure he was bleeding, set aside a moment, then glared at Grace and raised his anger. Something like an unexpected hand injury? With the fleshy momentum intact, wave your arms down towards Grace.

The opposing Grace did not retreat a step and opted for an outright interception.

Arms and axes. Grasp - or strike down the swordbore, shooting down the giant tree. They bump into each other and make a metal noise, and each time their gains are bounced off each other, sparks scatter. Really... that's a joke.

Sword bores wielding their hands and feet in tears and Grace slamming the axes of both hands on them. The demons were gathering, but the demons who broke into the detours and tried to enter, were blown to pieces like a tornado caught in a canoe and danced through the universe.

... or Grace seems to be deliberately choosing to fight like that. He is fighting deliberately guiding a swordbore with blood on his head toward a bunch of demons.

It is an easy-to-understand diagram of swinging versus swinging, force versus force, but if you get caught up in it, you can't just do it. There is no obstacle in the attack's orbit. Every time that power hits, the demons around me shred (...).

In the meantime, the demon started coming this way, giving up on breaking into the battle between Grace and Bohr. but it is chopped up to be good for Sheila where it was inhibited by the defensive field and the movement was dull.

He was further skewered all he wanted by Cadkeus, and was blown away by Ashley after a blow from his aiming mace.

"Dear Theodore! The adventurers said they'd still help without getting out!

"Got it!

The adventurers on the tree seem to have suffered handwounds, but when they are healed by Ashley's healing magic, they join the line.

When I look at you sideways, I keep the demons in check as I follow each other with spears and magic. You mean the adventurers who can even come to the 20th basement?

If you're able to maintain a front in the defensive field, you don't have to retreat. Then I'll go around following everyone by cutting back on the number of demons.

Jump up into the sky and take over the demon's head. I poked Uroboros at the demons approaching the juncture and activated the magic.

"Rock Press!

Class 5 earthly magic. Call in the big rocks from above and smash and crush a bunch of demons around. If we reduce the number of heads here, that will reduce everyone's burden.

Grace is - keeping Bohr single.

"Heh, heh."

I narrowed my bloodstained eyes and smiled glossily.

Fighting continues as if we were going to bump into each other, but with me going around reducing the number of demons, a little change was being made.

I mean - Grace started focusing only on fighting Boa. It doesn't change to the point of waving the axe and continuing to intercept the bore. But he keeps bouncing bores and retreating them a little bit. Grace herself keeps a certain amount of time without taking a step back, so she naturally takes that form.

"Gooooah!"

Swordbore, who was continually being retracted, raised his voice as irritated.

Speaking of Guardian class demons, I know I can often meet Grace's axe with birth - it seems to be bleeding from all over the place.

Still, I can't see shade in the bore movement because the hand wound gets blocked from the side of the wound. Did Swordbore decide that Grace's axe would never kill him with a single blow, or the movement became cluttered step by step?

This means taking Grace's axe by the body without avoiding it and launching the attack as it were.

Grace overdid the attack by turning her torso. Marutai-like arms swoop at the tip of the windy forehead. Swordbore laughed distorting the edge of his mouth to see if he felt any response to the way he fought.

Grace frowned for a moment.

When you bend over the arms that have been grabbing you from left to right to crush your head, you dig up the stone that was buried on the ground with an axe to float to the height of your gaze. I kicked the stone in with a Swordbore pigeon tail hanging to push it out with my nail tip as it was.

"Gah!"

The stone splattered, and the swordbore, which let him exhale heavily, retracted behind him.

From slaughter to blow. Line to point. The quality of the attack could not be changed. The sword bore, which was once lowered back where I thought I had found a tactic, appeared to be the earliest angry mind with the fangs stripped out.

"If you have the ability to play it, I have it, but you don't mind imitating it. And there's something I'd like to try."

Where the time had opened, Grace sighed.

And - he threw the axe of his right hand in a fierce momentum toward Boer, who burst into oddity.

He flies in like a shell. Bore takes it with his arms crossed. The impact of the clash stopped the advance. Boa regained her position and tried to turn back to Grace - but she's not there anymore. The demon's gaze wanders in search of her.

That's when Grace was in the air. An axe wrapped around a large upper stage with a purple glow.

The impact of the fall and the power of Grace. And that glow - although color is unusual, it's definitely a struggle.

"Ha ha!

With the mood of tearing, a blow by a struggling axe was dropped straight from the head of the swordbore. A tremendous roar echoes.

Break the arm of the bore you tried to receive, and the sword-like fangs peeking from your mouth, and carve a deep deep crevasse to the ground of the night forest with excessive momentum.

Shake off the blood on the blade in front of the bore. A few moments later, Bore's body split into two parts, left and right, and collapsed.

"... bad. Me too, because I want to follow Theo. We can't just stop in the same place."

I think it's the best way to imitate the way things look... but now it's martial arts. Even martial arts is a force technique, though it seems like she is.

Perhaps there was something to think of after seeing the previous Knights Chief's exam. Completion as a move doesn't even extend to the Knights Commander - in Grace's case, the original specs are different. Even if the focus and manipulation of the struggle is still awkward, this is how powerful it will be.

After sweeping through the remnants of the demon - transferring all possible loot, such as the Swordbore giant with the Transformed Stone, before returning to the Temple with the Red Transformed Stone for all the rescuers.

The adventurers who brought them back either out of the relief they helped or into the spot. So is Grace. She begs me to seal the ring in the shadow of things that don't come to people's attention.

Grace pounded her hand against the pillar and exhaled loudly. Not very bloody good. Doesn't look like he's doing well.

"Are you okay?"

"The... what do you say"

Grace mouthcages.

"Dear Grace, do you need healing magic?

"Are you hurt?

Ashley and Sheila also give her a worrying look like that, but Grace waved her hand to the side in a panic when she gave her a slightly surprised look.

"Ah, no. So. Um... I'm sorry to bother you. I'm just a little hungry."

Oh, that's your impulse.

Is Grace embarrassed or guilty? I've made my body smaller.

"... I don't think it's been a long time since I've had this urge. She said she was doing much better here because of Theo, but if she came with me, it would be like this. I'm sorry to Theo and those adventurers..."

Even the same blood is fundamentally different from the blood-sucking impulse I feel in my blood.

For example - is it the smell of human blood or the exercise of power through destruction or ravage? There are places where Grace is pulled to the vampire side by them, but even though it is mixed but therefore liberated, she is not intoxicated by frenzy for some things, and at the same time feels angry, disgusted, and self-blamed at the same time as exaltation.

I guess the reason I said I wanted you to leave me to deal with Boa is also around there.

"Fine. I'll cook when I get home today. Well... maybe more mushroom dishes."

Because we are harvesting mountain-like whisper mashes. When I told him that, Grace smiled and nodded small.

"... Yes. Best regards,"